"wake awaiting"

"bare woods"

"duality"

"There are trivial truths and the great truths. The opposite of a trivial truth 
is plainly false. The opposite of a great truth is also true."

— Niels Bohr

"dictum"

"The greatest wisdom is to make the enjoyment of the present the supreme object of life 

because that is the only reality; all else being the play of thought. But it might as well be 

our greatest folly because that which exists only a moment and vanishes as a dream 

can never be worth a serious effort."

― Irvin D. Yalom

a good omen

_ _ _

"frosty fables"

_ _ _

"thicket"

"off the path"

"red leaf"

of all the colourful leaves on the ground a young couple fell in love 

with precisely this one, eagerly took it with them right after I had a single shot, 

and not before kindly asking if I would be keeping it, to myself. "of course, not," 

was my answer, "eternity has it now." the earth blushing. I smile.

"forest"

ripe cherries

June solstice ―
e11even doves in the cherry tree

its branches swayed by heat
splintered light-

brea[d]th of wings, slender dreams
and ruddy-ripe cherries

_ _ _

Happy full-moon Solstice!
Welcome Summer 2016!

linden blossoms

oh, this heavenly scent of lindens blossoming ― 

how cherished now, what once was taken for granted

the walks of May

"Leica"-sticker

Vertical reverb :
an un-pr0verbial v0rtex [0f mind], 0r this

preverbal v0id 0f mine . . .
0vertly present?

on a sunny winter day, in march

"every morning"

"Every morning

I shall concern myself anew about the boundary

Between the love-deed-Yes and the power-deed-No

And pressing forward honor reality.

We cannot avoid

Using power,

Cannot escape the compulsion

To afflict the world,

So let us, cautious in diction

And mighty in contradiction,

Love powerfully."

― Martin Buber, Power and Love (1926)

Spring in the city

in-verted
upside-down s/tree/t
an ominous sky gripped
in the barest
arms of a tree

vert-tical cliffs
dust glass steel
three subterranean limbs
webbing in
a piece of heaven?

that, too
is not what it seems
but a palimpsest of spring
in an intro-vert self-
absorbed city

I cross blindfolded

_ _ _

"To speak is to not see. 

So all speech is to some extend blind."

― Jacques Derrida

Bare tree

In the bare limbs of a tree

there is certain irrefutable
[and deceptive] clarity ―

the eye piercing the stark
crisp-clear scenery

supposedly defeating blindness
believing in seizing the s/tree/t view

in its entirety ― free
of the exuberant burst of spring
lush blossoms, birds and bees
the idle chatter of summer leaves
eager butterfly wings
ripeness that swell
bejewelling the branches in gold,
soon to be stripped down
by the first frost, vanish in a blast
of a sudden winter squall, as if
nothing . ever . existed ―
if not for this inseparable
frame-sequence along the blue 

string of seasons ―
[incessant ancient love]
by which we live

upside-down s/tree/t (2)

upside-down s/tree/t

"each word changes"

. . . "And there's no hour,

not the most promising or lucid or impartial,

not even the hour that brings no announcements of death,

that can equalize reflections,

adjust distances

and make the same words

say the same thing."

― Roberto Juarroz, from Each text, each word changes